Page 54 of Will to Run

“It couldn’t have been perfect. What would have taken it to the next level? Deep throating?” she asks, genuinely curious.

“Nothing. It felt incredible,” I say. “I have to ask, though, Del. That didn’t seem like the work of someone unfamiliar with the art of a blowjob.”

The next thing I know, she’s straddling me to continue the conversation. Everything about her is distracting, but her cleavage right in my face is downright unfair.

“Well, I’m a superb student and did a lot of reading up on it. I watched a couple things too. Plus, it’s not like I’m completely inexperienced.”

“Okay, I know we said we weren’t going to talk about him when my dick was out, but actively worked on how to please someone, and the person you were going to marry still didn’t want to do this with you?”

She just shakes her head.

“Well, that’s good for me then.” I try to make a joke, but her need for validation shows how much he crushed her. When she leaves here in the next few weeks, I will move mountains to make sure she will be the most sexually confident woman to have walked the earth. And by move mountains, I mean I get to enjoy and to engage in… who the fuck knows what she’s concocted and wants to try. But I’ll do anything she wants. “Seriously, Del, I don’t know what was wrong with your ex, but I’m open and excited for whatever you throw my way.”

“There’s a lot,” she says.

“Well, I do have to work, too, but we can see what we can get into.”

Maybe I should take a leave of absence to really tease this out, but I laugh at the thought. This is the worst time to do that… not that I ever would. But fuck do I want to.

I lean forward to kiss her, and the only way to describe it is fire. The term is unoriginal and overused, but there’s no better word for the way it consumes me. Maybe it’s a good thing she’s leaving so soon, because I’d never survive this flame.

I wake up before she does, and I breathe her in. It’s easy because my arm is wrapped around her while she’s pressed against my body, and her hair is tickling my nose. Though I can’t quite place what she smells like, it’s surprisingly alluring. My mind goes back to last night, and even without sex, that was one of the hottest nights of my life. If the last twelve hours are any indication, I’m about to have the best weeks of my life. Tracing my eyes down her body, I note, once again, how perfectly each part of her slots perfectly into mine.

Even though I’m still, it doesn’t take long for her to stir. She reaches to the sky and pushes her ass back in a morning stretch.

“Jaxon, you’re awake?” she says in the cutest sleepy voice before turning her head to see my looking back at her. “How long have you been staring at me, creeper?”

“I just got up,” I say, leaving out how I’ve been behind her, thinking about how the sexual revolution starts today. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, you didn’t wake me,” she says, trying to pull away a bit, but before she can get too far, I spin her to face me, then anchor her body to mine.

“Did you have fun last night?” I ask.

She looks at me and cocks her head just the tiniest bit. “I did! I know you’re concerned about everything that happened, but I promise you I was more into it than you were. Thank you for both things, because it felt really good and I like… I’ve had a one-night stand before, back in college… I mean, not a sleep-together one because I was a virgin, but you know… some stuff. There were forty thousand people at Boulder, so I was confident that I’d never see them again. But now we have to work together, so I’m not sure what this will look like. You know? And…”

I don’t think I’ve heard someone talk so fast in my life. I’m pretty sure she hasn’t taken a breath since she started, but the nervous chatter is strangely endearing. My face is taking in what she’s saying, and I’m nodding, but there’s no way in hell we’re going to pump the brakes now. That tiny taste was not nearly enough. Since she’s spiraling in a similar way to the cougar screaming, I figure I’ll do the same thing that interrupted her thoughts last time. But this time, I don’t have to stop at a chaste kiss; I can keep going.

Snaking my hand around her head, I pull it to mine and touch my lips to hers. Her body relaxes, and I take the moment to glide my tongue across her lower lip before we devour each other in a kiss. After she is thoroughly mouth-fucked, I’m hard again, and based on her breathing, she’s feeling it again, too.

“You’re in the driver’s seat here, Tatroe. Last night was amazing. And if that’s what we got, that’s what we got. If you want to continue exploring things, we continue to explore things. Regardless, I’m not worried about working together.”

A flash of something travels across her face, but I don’t know her well enough to pick up on what it is. Nervousness?

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yes, I mean… are you sure I was okay? With the… you know… BJ?”

She’s inches from my face, and I have to contain the laughter because I realize she has to be feeling so vulnerable right now.

“That blowjob was phenomenal. Actually, it was better than that. I can’t believe anyone on the receiving end of that wouldn’t praise you hand over fist and beg you to repeat it any time you were willing.” My thumb drifts to her cheek, and I stroke it in a way that I know contradicts the crassness of my words.

“Really?” Her shoulders loosen a bit, and relief flashes on her face.

“Um, yes,” I reply. “What else did you say you were bad at? I think a fresh set of eyes will help clear up any confusion, and in good news my eyes are ready and available. Twenty-twenty vision, in fact.”

“There are a lot of things, Jax,” she admits.

“Well, I love a challenge. Plus, you know I work out, but you may not know I’ve been doing it all these years on the chance I get tapped to be a sex slave. And here we are.”